Tea Party

Wednesdays are usually our marathon day around here. We leave the house around nine, and go to sewing lessons. Then we head off to dance lessons. Errands. Library. Finally gymnastics. We get home around 7:15 and sometimes there is a great dinner waiting in the crock pot. Today was the exception.

We headed home after dance. I was dopey from too much anti-itch meds and I needed to talk to a dear friend about her mother's dreadful news. The girls were dear little ones and let me have some phone time to talk to Faith. If you are a believer in miracles, please pray for Bonnie. She is an example of a woman who serves the Lord with fervor and grace. She has cancer. All over. It seems bleak. It looks dark. Her family feels hopeless. Two and a half years ago Bonnie buried her 34y/o daughter who died from cancer. It is a wound for them. I walked in on little girls who can only see life in the moment.

They were set up for a tea party. Gowns and all. They needed tea and treats. They needed attention. Daddy walked in at the moment when the tea was being poured and got the invite. They put on their english accents, manners and had a blast.
If I know something of Bonnie and her view on things, she would laugh and be thrilled that joy can be found in the moment. It made me smile. Again God showed me His ways. Who knew that 23 years ago, I would love this family as part of my own? He did. Please pray for the family for favor and good news.

Grasshoppers

Is this how the Israelites felt during the plagues? I believe we are experiencing a modern day act of God. The grasshoppers or locusts, not sure what they really are, but they are everywhere. Let me try and get the idea across.

Open the front door, and the change in air flow causes the grass to take flight. Walk to the car, and they try to dodge your body, head, hair only to fly right into you! Sit on the back porch and they cover the screens. In the mornings, you can watch them jump/fly out of the trees as they head back down to the grasses. They don't photograph well, due to their rapid flight, but if you click on these photos, you can see them better.

Walk across the yard and it's like rain falling in reverse. Clouds of them. The pool has a collection of them floating. Our cat has an unending supply of appetizers. They hop in the car. Fences, houses, cars they are all covered with them.

Our neighbor boy is scared of them, unlike my girls. He wears a beehood screen to keep them away. Unfortunately he has to ride a bike to school, so we see him coming and going with his arms flailing about. Click on this pic to see them in action.

They will die off soon. Maybe later. But, just imagining all the eggs that have been laid in the grass for next springs hatchings, scares the ba-geebers out of me.

Lovin' school

Friday we had our homeschool day with the co-op groups, and it was a success. Again.

Olivia was a complete kindergartner expert on eagles. She read her book of facts, showed the wingspan of an eagle and spoke with such ease. She was so proud of herself. The group also did fingerprint fall tree paintings, and they were beautiful. Thanks Ms. Dawn. Their treat of bear scat (aka no-bake cookies)was a fun way to have a snack that related to mountain animal habitats.

Stephanie's group gave oral reports on books they had read and historical people from the colonial time period. Pocahontas is who Steph studied and read about. She also read the book called Sarah from the Sisters in Time series. The book really gave her a look at what it would have been like to travel across the Atlantic in the early 1600's. The group made their own coifs to wear, practiced writing with quill pens and ink,and had a true-life tea party served by a young colonial maiden, Taylor. They all became fans of hot tea.You just gotta love this younger sister, coif and crocheting, maybe she was transported back in time.

It is nice to be able to add some extras into our school lessons while still pushing the essentials of math, reading and writing. We are blessed to be a part of this community.

Shared heritage

This is a video of Sarah Palin speaking at Wasilla Assembly of God. I had to post it (thanks Brant) because it is her just being herself. It is shows the founder and pastor of the church which has ties to me. Yes, me. You see, my grandmother was under his leadership and worked in this church back when my grandparents homesteaded in Wasilla, Alaska. She helped with the childrens church and began the Women's Minsitry there. I bet Esther Tuttle, my grandmother would be beaming with pride over Wasilla Assembly of God making world news. I am so proud of the example of my grandmother and her realtionship with the Lord. It was amazing to listen to her former pastor who has stood as a man of God through out all these years pray for Sarah Palin and know how he has shaped her character as well.

Hunting armadillos

So sit right back and you'll hear a tale....

Okay, so it is not anything like Gilligan's Island, but it is almost as funny.

Monday we had a smaller group left camping. Just the Symonds and us. The girls had decided Uncle Aaron would be the best leader on a hunt to find some armadillos after dark. So they packed up their flashlights and loaded up into the back of a pickup. Off they went. They were gone all of 6.5 seconds and here one came mosing along up to the table where Samantha and I sat minding our own business. He was smelling those yummy grilled burgers we had just scarffed down. He did what armadillos do, he went sniffing around, and then stood up on his hind legs once trying to get Sam into his sights (we were told they have poor eyesight). So after this acrobatic dance of our little armored friend, we were disappointed to not have pics of the dance, this one will have to do.

Off Sam went to get the camera. Off the armadillo went in search for a quieter site. She returned camera ready and he was being standoffish. No good poses. So, I sneak around the back of him and at just the precise moment I clap, LOUD, like you want a light to come on with the old "clap on clap off gizmos" and stomp my feet and holler all at the same time...That armadillo hopped up and sailed right towards Samantha, which caused her to jump, scream, snap a pic of the tarp, and run. That poor little animal did not know what to do. He took off into the bushes, Sam and I doubled over grabbing our guts for laughing so hard. We cried. Had to sit, or else pee. And just about that time, here came the truck of kids and dads.

Out they jumped to tell us of their adventure. We tried to be happy for them. We tried not to brag about our own hunt. They were a little sad for missing out, but they had seen a bunny. Aaron was not to be outdone. He grabbed a net (yes, fishing net folks, the kind you use to get the really big fish in rather than crack the pole)and off they all headed again to find a poor unsuspecting armadillo who was just looking for a few crumbs left behind. Well, success came and he scooped one up, but like all the "big ones" it got away.

Thanks for reading, don't be sad, you too can go hunting for armadillo if the mood strikes. I say, invite the Symonds, it is bound to be more fun.

Florida Aquarium

We took the day on Saturday to go and visit the Florida Aquarium in Tampa since we had MOSI passes and it was free. The whole lot of us went. The kids wore their handmade decorated shirts. One of the best parts of the day was having the Dads along with us on this fieldtrip of sorts. It is a great place to visit and the kids love seeing all the life in the various tanks and displays. The touch tank of rays and of the cold Pacific waters with starfish and other anemone type animals was a favorite. The kids also had front row seats to the African penguin program. There was a spoonbill pink bird who thought she had found her long lost love in Aaron. They were doing the mating neck dance, and Aaron got away just in time. I think it was his bill on his cap that fooled that pretty bird. One of all of our favorite creatures was the sea-dragon seahorse. It was amazing. The underside of the ray was so cool too. The gills, mouth and teeth seemed to be smiling at us. Unfortunately, being around all the fish made all of us want to eat seafood, but we did not give in to this terrible idea, instead we went and ate sushi at KOBE.

Hives vs. Poison Ivy

For those of you that know me, you know I have bouts of hives for the duration of my married life, sorry honey, I know it is not because of you. But really, it has been some hard times of suffering. Itchiness untold. Scratching mercilessly. But, they come few and far between nowadays. Antihistamines help, but they have caused other concerns when taken for long periods of time, so I ingest them rarely.

So, now I have a sneaky tormentor who wants a challenge in the war of itchiness. Poison Ivy.

Yes, I must have found a non-friend while camping this past weekend, and it has taken up residence in the crease of my arms. Yes, the tender, warm area where it can flourish and spread. But, I am on the warpath. I have read 1,001 remedies and tried most of them in a short 24 hour period. I am just hoping none of the other less tolerant members of my family have to endure this adventure.

I will let you know which remedy works. I did wake up to weather in the 60's, it is a good day.